The Lost Dutchman Days Parade is a big event in Apache Junction. It kicks off a day of festivities.
The parade this year was bittersweet. I lost my best friend. I lost a nephew – he wasn’t really my nephew, but he called me Uncle Carl. Mike Henderson was Liz’s nephew. He was the reason we are in Arizona. Continue reading »
It has been a busy week. Next month should prove to be more busy.
This past Tuesday Liz and I met up with two old friends from Millville, NJ – Rob and Christine Fini. I met Rob at the New Jersey Motorsports Park when we both volunteered on the Green Flag Committee. Continue reading »
I love wrist watches. You do not see many men wearing watches anymore. I guess it has to do with the prevalence of cell phones. The cell phone always has the correct time. It tells you the date.
A watch is so much more convenient, all I need do is turn my wrist a little to see at a glance what time it is.
I feel naked without a watch – I suppose my father had a lot to do with this. He always wore a wrist watch. I have an assortment of watches. I have a watch that Jimmy Hoffa presented to my grandfather for 25 years of service as a Teamster in Philadelphia. I have my father’s watch. I only wear them on special occasions – could not bear the thought of destroying them or losing them. They cannot be replaced. Continue reading »
Arizona Public Service is one of the chief sponsors of the Fiesta Bowl parade. My employer is involved in two of the floats in the parade. My part in the projects was the fabrication of the styrofoam props, including painting and installation. Continue reading »
Well, not everybody. Stephen, a guy I work with, doesn’t see the point. Of course, in our case, parades meant a ton of overtime and not a little bit of stress in meeting deadlines.
The finished products, I believe, speak for themselves. As I have mentioned before, our shop has never built or designed a parade float previously. So of course the owner said, “Yes”! Continue reading »
Merry Christmas and a prosperous New Year. 2017 has been a year of flood change. My divorce became official early in the year, and all financial obligations satisfied.
For two years I worked for a major home improvement box store. Two years of excellent reviews and the maximum pay increase allowed raised my start pay by a whopping 59 cents and hour. Gee, how can I begin to offer thanks… Continue reading »